In 2077, the storm of nuclear war reduced most of the planet to cinders. From the ashes of nuclear devastation, new civilizations struggle to arise, each with visions of a new future. They just disagree on what that future will be. Then there’s your little band of plucky survivors stuck in the middle of it all. The choice on what you do is yours… but so are the consequences.

The 2d20 edition of Fallout is as close to the bottlecap-bartering, wasteland-wandering, Brotherhood-battling excitement of Fallout as you can get. Just try not to get too sidetracked.